I made the myth template

However, in 10 minutes, after Enikorn's slender fingers dazzled on the photon screen.

at last.

In the beeping of the auspicious instrument.

Enikorn pinpointed where the evil god was.

However, after confirming the location, Enikorn's face looked a little strange.

With his arms around him, Adam could clearly see the expression changes on Xiao Jiniang's face. At this moment, he couldn't help asking curiously, "What happened? Where is the location of the evil god?"

Anikon didn't speak.

He just raised his hand and pointed down with his index finger.

"Under our battleship?" Adam was taken aback, but soon realized that the direction Enikorn was pointing at should be the physical universe.

"The Sea of ​​Storms? That's really a coincidence."

Adam muttered, frowning.

The words say so.

But thinking about the series of things that happened recently, the huge tentacles protruding from the subspace, the evil god who pulled himself into the dream, and the messy special circumstances can only show that the situation is getting worse.

In the Golden Age, the Sea of ​​Storms was the center of the sea in Terraria, and the Santorinian Islands gathered rare treasures from all over the world.

After the war broke out, the ironmen who lived here for generations combined the experience passed down by their ancestors to forge the first Attas monk, which is now Adam.

From another angle.

Santorinia is the birthplace of Atas monks, and it has a different meaning for all Atas monks.

"Santorinia..."

Enikorn straightened his back slightly, with a serious face, zoomed in on the light curtain in front of him and carefully observed the pattern on it.

"At the end of the war, the island was destroyed by the swarm. Unexpectedly, after more than 300 years, a new 'guest' came to the Santorinia Islands - a group of hateful green-skinned orcs. "

"Be it the orcs or the swarms, they are our enemies."

Adam stood up.

There was a strong sense of oppression emanating from him.

"Don't be careless. The strength of these orcs who can drive the swarm away is probably quite strong, let alone such a long time, plus the evil gods lurking in the darkness."

Enikorn looked up at Adam, even the Grand Leader had broken through to the fourth life level.

But is it really possible to face such a terrible enemy?

"Who said I had to go alone?"

Seeming to see through Enikorn's thoughts, Adam smiled, "I told you before that we are not fighting alone. When encountering such a situation, we naturally have to find a way to seek help."

And specifically seek the help of that template.

Adam already had the answer in his heart.

===Chapter 343 Inquisitor Battleship (First Subscription)===

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

The sound of the iron pick hitting the stone echoed in the mine.

Under the dim light, a long line of figures swung their pickaxes chaotically in a chaotic rhythm, and then hit the stone wall with all their strength.

The mine is located deep underground, and the surrounding environment is cold and damp.

To make matters worse, the height of the entire mine is very low, hardly enough for a grown man to stand up straight in it.

Long hours of work coupled with the harsh external environment.

Can be imagined.

Staying here for a long time is simply a prison-like torture.

"It's time for dinner!" A voice came from outside the mine.

After hearing the command.

Only those miners who have worked hard all day dare to put down the iron picks in their hands and wipe the sweat from their foreheads with the back of their hands.

After queuing up to the outside of the mine, there is still a mine with no end in sight.

only.

After all, the environment here is quite open, and the strangely shaped incandescent lamp above the head emits a dazzling light. The temperature has risen a little, but the ground is still muddy, which makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

The human miners lined up obediently and sat in a drier place on the edge of the mine.

Soon, a humanoid creature came from the shadow of the mine pushing a creaking cart.

Waiting to walk in.

The lights dispelled the darkness, and it was discovered that it was not human beings but aliens pushing the dining car all the way from the depths of the mine.

They also have human-like limbs and facial features.

But the difference is that these guys are extraordinarily large in size, with thick limbs, and their belly is so high that an adult can easily fit into it.In addition, their pupils are always full of tyrannical and murderous intent that makes people shudder, and the sharp teeth like files protrude from these abnormally thick lips.

Orcs.

Unlike those orcs in epic stories who are only violent.

The orcs that appeared in the world of Terraria not only possessed a strong body, but also possessed natural spiritual power and technological inheritance flowing in their blood.

Strength, psychic power, technology...

The Orc Legion has almost no shortcomings on the bright side.

It is precisely because of this that they can drive away the insect swarms entrenched on the Santorinian Islands in the stormy sea.

At this time, the orcs pushing the dining car were distributing food to the surrounding miners.

"Remember, only pigs that have finished their work are eligible to eat. Pigs that have not finished their work can only be thrown to the animals as food."

The orc, who was almost three meters tall, shook his head and said in a low voice.

In the dining car.

Two thin orc grits the size of babies were responsible for throwing the food carts at the miners.

It says it's food, but it's actually just some mud mixed with plant roots.

Especially those two farts who were in charge of dividing the food, they deliberately threw the balls of food towards the ground. When they saw that the exhausted miners had to lie on the ground like dogs and lick the food with their tongues when.

The orc grits burst into shrill laughter.

The tinkling of the small carts, accompanied by the mighty roar of the orcs, gradually disappeared from the sight of the miners.

Artes was lucky today, he grabbed a clean mess of food.

At this moment, he is curling up his body in the corner of the mine, closing his eyes, pinching a small piece of it with his rough, cracked and dirt-stained fingers, stuffing it into his mouth, chewing carefully and swallowing it with difficulty.

to be frank…

This dough doesn't taste good.

It's like eating mud, it has no taste at all.

But Artes still eats seriously, as long as you work hard all day, any food will be extremely delicious in front of you.

"Uncle Atas."

A slightly childish voice sounded in front of Artes.

The unshaven middle-aged miner opened his eyes and saw a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-olds surrounded him.

Due to malnutrition, their figures are somewhat deformed, and their height is no different from that of a normal teenager.

The only comforting thing is.

Those children's eyes are still shining, and they seem to have some kind of hope for the future.

"Can we continue to tell the story today? I want to hear the story of the Atas Iron Man Legion, where did the iron men who crossed the Star Sea end up?"

"Yeah, yeah, Uncle Artes, you can't keep a secret."

The children gathered around Artes, raised their heads, and said eagerly.

"Well, I can't stand you guys."

Even though he said this, the smile on Artes' face still betrayed his true inner thoughts.

In the cold and damp mine.

It is really a joy to have the company of these little angels.

"...The Athas warriors defeated the lord of the swarm in the final battle, but the legion itself suffered a devastating blow. The first thirteen legion commanders were all killed, and even the Primarch was severely injured. fell into a deep sleep."

Artes had an expression of reminiscence on his face, and said, "In the end, they entered the mysterious subspace, waiting for the time to recover."

The story is over.

But the children still refused to leave.

"Uncle Artes, will those warriors come back? Can they defeat those fat-headed orcs?"

"Of course."

Artes lowered his head, reached out and touched the child's head, "They gallop across the starry sky, invincible, and all human enemies are no match for them."

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sound of the electric bell came from the depths of the mine.

This meant that it was time to go back to work, and the children left in a rush.

Beasts have no kindness or mercy, and these children also need to work hard in exchange for a little poor food.

Artes slowly got up from the ground.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a black tattoo on his arm stayed beside him, patted his shoulder and said, "I'm telling stories to those children again, obviously we have no hope."

"It's not sure..." Artes picked up the iron pick beside him and sighed, "We must give those children some light."

"maybe."

The tattooed middle-aged man stopped talking.

Artes followed behind him, lined up with the rest of the miners, and entered the dark mine.

They used to be the masters of this land, but now, there are only endless difficulties in front of them, and even living has become a matter of courage.

……

at the same time.

In the world of perception Westeros.

Garen also woke up from a month-long sleep.

After devouring Queldos, Gallon's vitality increased again but it was not obvious.This shows that the growth of the fourth level of life is not just a large amount of pure life force, but more importantly, the growth of spiritual power.

"Do you still need to resort to faith in the end? But I always feel that it will be troublesome to do so."

Garen opened his eyes from the throne.

Return to dragon form.

The difficulties he encountered in the process of raising his life level made him feel a little distressed, but the setbacks Garen encountered were not a little bit.

Among all the templates, Garen had the most serious injuries.

Even on the verge of death several times.

Standing up from the throne, striding forward, the old brass gate opened automatically in front of Garen, and bright sunlight fell on the half-dragon man.

Even if it shrinks in stature, it appears in human form.

Garen, who was nearly six meters tall, still naturally exuded a majesty as thick as a mountain.

"The Great Emperor!"

The girl with the wreath on her head seemed to have been waiting outside the door for a while.